New Hope...

Photo: Kilakarai, 2006

Random footprints on the wet sand

  that the restless waves swill,

Bring memories of her lost land

  and pull her into a swirl.

She stares hard at the horizon

  where the boats dot like a rope;

In her arms a new born;

  and in her eyes new hope.

A single lightning cuts the sky

  as he draws close to the shore;

Amid thoughts of times gone by

  he wonders what’s in store;

He waves hard at the horizon

  as the clouds shed a drop;

In his mind his new born;

  and in his eyes new hope.

The Quest...

Photo: Bangalore, 2009

A timeless ride

Like the cosmic dust;

I wander inside

On an endless quest;

A cuckoo’s ploy –

No where to rest;

Everyday I enjoy

In another nest.

From Curves and angles

And colors insane,

To black and white

And a steady line;

The ‘isms’ change

Like the window frame

Of landscape on

A speeding train.

Every step anew

A journey afresh;

With questions new

I’ve to address;

The waters flow

Over the rocks and rush;

But settle to slow

On a sublime hush.

A timeless ride

Like the cosmic dust;

I wander inside

On an endless quest;

A timeless ride

Like the cosmic dust;

I wonder inside-

Will I end this quest?

(Inspired from my previous post)

The journey continues....



 Architectural practice for me is an endless journey or rather a quest for eternity.


As a student and in the early part of my career, my design philosophies or the “isms” kept changing like the landscape on the window frame of a moving train. I had a crush with exposed bricks, a brief romance with curves, steady days with angles, a phase of daring colors, few dates with vaults and domes, a brief marriage with De Con, to name a few.

Like a fresh stream that chatters & clatters before it settles to the steady flow of a river, I guess, most architects go thro this initial phase of experimental exuberance.

(excerpts from an architect's diary)

I know I have to run out of a project when…

1. the client’s wife and their lady interior designer are friends.

2. the client says he will need 4 options before he will decide.

3. the clients favorite color is pink

4. the client emails pictures of his beautiful house in the US and says its great architecture.

5. the client's wife starts referring to houses in Sun TV soap operas.

(excerpts from an architects diary)

poisons!!!

funny words on a Bengaluru rick!